What's worse, that I watch professional sports or that I watch them despite believing them to be fixed?
Why is it that every techical support representative insists upon making the most longwinded smalltalk imaginable despite the fact that whoever they're "helping" has likely already waited on hold for an hour?
Why is it that I'm so blatantly reluctant and opposed to doing hard drugs but whenever someone offers me a diazapan or vicadin or any other unfamiliar polysylabic pharmaceutical I seem more than willing to give it a try?
I'm spending alot of time with my Dad. He'd be the man if he wasn't so needlessly defensive. When there's no affront to you and you take your own defense, you're simply being reactive. But it's strange how he perceives anything and everything as a critique or accusation. No mater how trivial the matter, he can't admit to any fault at all. I suppose that would make him guilty of being imperfect, something he's unwilling to admit to his son. The worst part is that I'm inheriting this characteristic from him. I find myself being needlessly defensive when there's nothing to get defensive about. It's just something that's rubbing off on me and i can't stand it. What can I say, I am my father's son. You can only shape yourself so much, the rest is merely socialization. But if I ever have trouble admitting something as trivial and insignificant as that I burnt a meal or missed a left turn, I'm going to be very distraught.
Managed, through no effort of my own, to get guestlisted for 2 parties this weekend. Joy! One is supposed to be a magazine's private part, which should be pretty neato. The other is a free booze party in a space that only has 2 toilets. So that kinda means that myself and about 300 other people all drinking free Kokanees will probably have to get in line to use the washroom well before we have to actually go. Oh well, can't complain if it's free booze. The only other downside is that I have to abandon a previous commitment to work at a charity gala on Saturday but, in so much as I only volunteered because I was asked to by a prospective employer who doesn't appear to be interested in heiring me, it's not such a tragedy.
I realize this entry is a little random but I'm feeling rather scatterbrained after drinking and taking a vicadin last night.
Drinking aside, I'm done with abusing my body.
Why is it that every techical support representative insists upon making the most longwinded smalltalk imaginable despite the fact that whoever they're "helping" has likely already waited on hold for an hour?
Why is it that I'm so blatantly reluctant and opposed to doing hard drugs but whenever someone offers me a diazapan or vicadin or any other unfamiliar polysylabic pharmaceutical I seem more than willing to give it a try?
I'm spending alot of time with my Dad. He'd be the man if he wasn't so needlessly defensive. When there's no affront to you and you take your own defense, you're simply being reactive. But it's strange how he perceives anything and everything as a critique or accusation. No mater how trivial the matter, he can't admit to any fault at all. I suppose that would make him guilty of being imperfect, something he's unwilling to admit to his son. The worst part is that I'm inheriting this characteristic from him. I find myself being needlessly defensive when there's nothing to get defensive about. It's just something that's rubbing off on me and i can't stand it. What can I say, I am my father's son. You can only shape yourself so much, the rest is merely socialization. But if I ever have trouble admitting something as trivial and insignificant as that I burnt a meal or missed a left turn, I'm going to be very distraught.
Managed, through no effort of my own, to get guestlisted for 2 parties this weekend. Joy! One is supposed to be a magazine's private part, which should be pretty neato. The other is a free booze party in a space that only has 2 toilets. So that kinda means that myself and about 300 other people all drinking free Kokanees will probably have to get in line to use the washroom well before we have to actually go. Oh well, can't complain if it's free booze. The only other downside is that I have to abandon a previous commitment to work at a charity gala on Saturday but, in so much as I only volunteered because I was asked to by a prospective employer who doesn't appear to be interested in heiring me, it's not such a tragedy.
I realize this entry is a little random but I'm feeling rather scatterbrained after drinking and taking a vicadin last night.
Drinking aside, I'm done with abusing my body. VIEW 7 of 7 COMMENTS
Assholes.